Bottom line: there are sparse green fruits everywhere.
Farming poetry
Return to the Garden (3)
Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The wood outside the road is narrow and long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
agriculture
The rain is deep and the spring is deep, and the grass is waste.
Open the door, the morning light shines and the buffalo will follow.
The soil blooms at your feet, and purple swallows chase around you.
Spare no pains to farm, just for the cost.
agriculture
Lotus plough devoted to line after line, flogging frost stars floating in Guang Xiao.
Who makes the seedling needle wear the water mirror, the spring breeze is like wine green.